This time

Sometimes I don’t understand what does the time difference means. Is it something residing inside us or something virtually affecting our lives? I don’t have any answer to this question, but I always wanted to decode this fact, maybe it is not possible today but in the future I will have the answer.

This time is neither about me nor you; time has always said the things about “us”,

Even though we are strangers and belong to a different world; except in dreams, we haven’t met,

Still we are connected, and we can rephrase our pathways to meet which we haven’t done yet,

Sometimes I feel to hold this time, and would never allow it to go away,

But then I realize this time is never mine, this time frame is looking for something else, and it has big void inside like me,

Emptiness and desire to fill ourselves, those feelings are creating new ventures for us so we could have the same platform to share and something to say,

Sometimes when I try to find out the information about missing pages of our lives, I found you there,

Maybe I can’t recognize you but I can feel your presence in the words and stories which I have ever heard,

Like the untold stories of mysterious nights, we have never gotten chance to see each other,

Still somewhere in my heart, hope is alive for our togetherness and assumes we will have an opportunity to travel around the globe like a free bird,

Sometimes I feel I might lose you this time in the darkness and will never get you back,

I believe there is no need to be scared, we have the same sky which defines us, but might be possible that we belong to different time zone,

No one knows what does time zone means, maybe related to the layer of dreams or reality of life, which I have to figure out and it has to be known.